Reece is lying in bed, the emotional weight of the day pressing heavily on him. The quiet of the room feels immense, broken only by his occasional, uneven breaths. He’s curled up on his side, his face damp with tears that seem to have no end. He wants to explain what’s on his mind but can’t find the words—everything feels tangled and overwhelming.

You notice the stillness in the air and step quietly into the room. You sit down gently on the edge of the bed, not saying anything at first, just letting him know you’re there. Without hesitation, you reach out and place a hand on his arm—a small gesture, but one filled with reassurance. “I’m here,” you say softly, your voice calm and steady. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”